Fucked up teen suicide poem...
Fucked up teen Suicide
- Daniel .M
I inhale from the can,
And cant feel my face,
I want you to hurt me.
I feel Im going mad inside
I feel Im going crazy.
A fucked up life,
I fucked it up,
Ive gone from good to bad.
And so I come alive
On fucked up things ive never had.
Oh they talk, and they admire
But they dont know who I am
I cut myself, I watch the blood,
I love the way it flows.
I love the pain but cover it up,
People judge what shows
So I am troubled, hidden demons,
Demons of the mind.
They plauge and haunt and torment and taunt,
Till theres one choice left to make
I cut myself, I watch the blood.
I love its marvelous flow,
I love that red and Ill watch till Im dead
That dark red ruby glow
You will find me in a puddle,
This poem in my hand,
So I ask you now, dont blame yourself.
You would never understand.
Deep feeling ... suicideDeep feelings
- Daniel .M
Does someone know whats been done to me
I wonder if, I hope they see
Sometimes whats been done, it makes me sore,
Makes want to go through that forbidden door.
The forbbidden door to which I have the key,
I could end it all in misery.
But I put it push it back, nows not my time,
Even though I could, after all its mine.
The exacto-blade, it seems to smile
And the pills, they seem to laugh,
Its not hard, it doesnt have to to hurt,
your just passing from life to dath. (death)
I sometimes want to see their reactions,
I want to see how much they cared.
I want to see if anyone really liked me,
And if at all any love had flared.
Pain and love these are the culprits,
So usually I make them hide,
But I get depressed every now and again,
And I contemplate